It's just so worn and dusty, tattered, torn, and dark and musty  Unventilated quarters, spider webs have taken over    Your head is on my shoulder  As your heart is growing colder  Feels like we're both in prison  Just seems like the right decision    It's all because we're drifting farther than we've ever gone before  And I can tell what's missing while you're listing promises made before  It's taken our lives over, I'll just take mine back and hit the door  But it's got your impression deeply at the core    So much of stale, of plastic, no such luck and lack of magic  It's just depreciation, drop and lull then full deflation    My heart is growing colder  As your head rests on my shoulder  We need a new beginning  Even if we both aren't in it    Copyright 2007